Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.